[Lestat folds into Louis' embrace, pliant and wordless, letting himself sink into it. His arms wrap around Louis' waist in turn, tugging him in, the two of them melding together in silent understanding.
Some part of him feels as if this is wrong, that someone should be furious and screaming at him. He so often did things that were selfish or foolish, and people would be angry with him for it, a natural consequence of his own choices. It feels as if there should be something, some repercussion for what he's learned, for what some shadow of him did once many years ago.
But Louis is quiet and comforting, and Claudia had been only confused and sad and hurt. And he hadn't done this -- or had he? He doesn't know, doesn't understand, it was him and not him all at once, and the truth of it was that he still turned a young girl once a long time ago and that it had blown up for all of them ever since.
Leaning his forehead to Louis' shoulder, he murmurs:]
Tell me what is in your head, cher. Do not leave me alone to my own thoughts.
[It's easier, he thinks, if he can focus on Louis, if he can tears himself from his own flurry of regrets.]
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Some part of him feels as if this is wrong, that someone should be furious and screaming at him. He so often did things that were selfish or foolish, and people would be angry with him for it, a natural consequence of his own choices. It feels as if there should be something, some repercussion for what he's learned, for what some shadow of him did once many years ago.
But Louis is quiet and comforting, and Claudia had been only confused and sad and hurt. And he hadn't done this -- or had he? He doesn't know, doesn't understand, it was him and not him all at once, and the truth of it was that he still turned a young girl once a long time ago and that it had blown up for all of them ever since.
Leaning his forehead to Louis' shoulder, he murmurs:]
Tell me what is in your head, cher. Do not leave me alone to my own thoughts.
[It's easier, he thinks, if he can focus on Louis, if he can tears himself from his own flurry of regrets.]